First I wanted to be a big league ballplayer.
Nope.
Then I wanted to run a 4-minute mile.
Nope.
Then I thought I’d be a great high school teacher.
Nope.
I really, really tried to write a good novel.
Nope.

But.

Stealing bases was a kick.
Shuffling along gave me years of joy.
I’ve conveyed significant life skills to young people.
And now I’ve got a blog named after the road I was raised on.

See how everything comes out right in the end?